We are back in Seattle now, coping with the darkness and the relative cold.
The flight back and the jet lag adjustment was much tougher than going to Australia. I am seriously considering limiting all future flights to 7 hours, and doing at least mult-day stopovers. Getting an around the world ticket, broken into 5 or more segments of less than 7 hours each has great appeal.
As our time in Cooktown was winding down, we offered each of the grandchildren a day that they could do whatever they wanted to with us. Mason chose golfing. Maverick chose seeing baby Wallabies. Ty chose fishing with everyone.
First, we went to downtown Cooktown and had a lunch on the wharf.
There are crocs everywhere, real and fake.
The road signs for watch out for kangaroos and the smaller wallabies, are frequently upgraded with items such as a back pack, hat and skate board. Nicely done, don't you think.
Mason is a natural athlete. He could dribble a basketball before age one. He caught on to golf quickly, and his score was better than his grandparents.
The fairways are narrow, and you don't want to search too long for your ball in the rough because of the possibility of snakes.
Golfing was one of our economic bargains. A round cost $15 for 9 holes, and $15 for the cart.
Masons favorite part was driving the cart.
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